I can hear no cars. I might be the only one in this time zone awake.
The mind is errant when left on its own. With no goal in mind, it wanders through places my mother warned me about – with fancy names and neon.
Everything here is shiny and bright. My tired eyes blink, trying to make out shapes and faces. I see you, waving to me. I try to be nonchalant.
I remember it was a drag the day I realized I was the girl mothers warned their sons about. I couldn’t argue with the facts.
There is nothing left now to do but keep it as a memory, and sand down the edges for posterity. Once I am gone, I will not be able to explain.
Now that I have passed the fulcrum of this night, I will stay awake and watch the sun come up. I hate to think this stardust will be wasted.